The test
By susicol 		susicol@hotmail.com
Will she take her last chance to become an Amazon ?


Today is my last chance. If I don't capture a male today, I won't get a chance
any more. I will remain a servant. And if I don't become an Amazon, I won't
have a chance to share the bed of our leader, Sally. She will still prefer
Lindy. I will remain inferior. Of course I can't blame her. If I even cannot
manage such a simple task, I do not deserve her love, or even her
consideration. I would just have to serve the amazons. But I will gladly do
that. I am still better off than I was before, when I was married.

I am walking in the woods, hoping a man will cross my path. And then I will
still have to vanquish him, and capture him. Of course I risk ending up as a
slave, or as a whore myself. But we won't show any pessimism. My bad luck
won't last. Today will be the day.

It seems there is some noise. Would it be a male. Doesn't sound like a man's
walk. I try to see him. Of course it doesn't sound like a walk. At some fifty
meters : a horse, ridden, indeed by a man. The hour of truth has arrived. It
is my turn now. Lindy has given me an excellent training, I hope. Now I have
to use it. Within less than an hour I won't be a servant any more : either an
amazon, of his slave. But of course, this way I won't beat him. That horse is
a little bit too much of an advantage. What did Lindy tell me ? « Men are
stronger, no doubt. But this is their only advantage. We are more intelligent,
quicker, and more agile. Use your intelligence, your speed, and your agility.
» And I remember Sally's admiring looks at my legs : she would make some
lethal weapons out of them. And indeed, I've been furbishing those weapons. If
I just can use them, the end is near. And above all : we can be utterly
ruthless. And ruthless I shall be.

He comes my way. Right so. I slow down. Just use his arrogance. There he has
seen me. I turn around, start running away. Of course he starts gallopping, he
overtakes me. He blocks my way. He stops his horse, in front of me. He blocks
the road. He probably thinks he is very smart. Let's here what nonsense he has
in store.

« Better stop running, girlie. I suppose you are a member of that
warrior-gang. » I just look at the ground. « Obviously you are not an amazon.
They would put up a better fight. Moreover, don't they wear boots ? And I
don't believe they show off their tits like you do. Come on, look up at me.
Can't you talk ?» I timidly look up. « Yes, Milord. » How can I get him off
that horse. « Listen, I know you servants can't fight. So let's keep it short.
From now on, you are mine. I own you. I will bring you to my harem. You won't
be alone, don't worry. But you will be my most beautiful. So tall, so slender,
yet so muscular. And I like blondes. You must be a real disaster in a fight.
Anyway, I won't tie you up. I won't damage your skin. Just put this around
your neck. You won't run away, will you ? »

He throws me rope. Not a rope : a noose. Of course, if I want him to come down
from his horse, I can't disobey him now. I put it around my neck. I look down
at my feet. I don't seem too glad.

Het ties the other end around the saddle knob. Luckily, he doesn't pull it
tight. « But, honey. Let's get rid of this reminder of those Amazons. Kindly
drop that skirt. »

If that's what he wants. It may lure him from his horse. I try to be a little
bit more sexy. I look up at him, and whisper « Oh yes, Milord. » If it pleases
him. I take the zipper on my right thigh. It is not too high. I open it, up to
the clasp. I stretch my leg. I can see him looking at it. He is rather
impressed. « Come on, sweetie, go on. » I pull on the zipper, and open that
skirt. I just hold it in my hands, move it in front of me, and drop it. I am
just clad in a black bikini bottom. Two black triangles, held together by two
strings. I manage my most pleasing smile. He is transfixed, looking at my
legs, my breasts, and my crotch. Just get him a little madder. I slowly move
my bottom, a little slow belly-dance. I wet my lips, open my mouth just a
little bit, and try my most langourous looks. If this doesn't drive him crazy,
I lost my bargain. He keeps on looking. Then he turns around. « Let's go. We
will try you out later. » Oh no, oh no, this wasn't what I intended. I lost
everything. The horse starts walking. I have to follow.

« Oh no.... » My despair is real.

« What do you say. Do you want to start the fun now. » Of course he
misunderstands me. He thinks I am waiting for him. Of course I am, but not the
way he wants me to. He looks at me. I nod slightly, timidly.

« OK, you asked for it. » He jumps out of his saddle. At last I can see him.
He must be a little bit taller than I am. He wears blue shorts, a blue
short-sleeved shirt, and riding boots. He looks well trained. He must be
stronger than I am. I won't have two chances. He is watching my breasts. I
just wiggle a little bit. He is at five meters from me.

Just be patient now, Lisa, don't react too quickly. You're still restricted by
that noose. And you can't throw that off. You would give the game away. He
comes nearer. I go nearer to him : the rope slackens. His eyes still on my
chest. He really must like what I've got. I whisper « Oh yes, Milord... » He
is at some feet. He stretches out his arms. He touches my nipples, my breasts.
He starts fondling my breasts. Awful : a man caressing me. Just so hard to
control myself. I move a little bit to the left. This way I am not right in
front of him. « Let's get rid of those strings... » « Oh yes Milord, I will do
that for you. » His right hand is fondling my left breast, I feel his left
hand wandering down my right side. He probably needs all his concentration to
explore my body.

That's it. I notice he tries to steady himself : he is opening up his legs a
little bit. My left leg is just outside his right leg. My right leg inside his
left... just between his legs. Now or never. Quick and hard : up goes my right
knee : and it hits its target, squarely in his balls. He shrieks out. «
Aaagh... Bitch ! » He instantly drops down. On his back. I quickly take off
that noose. At least that humiliation is over.

I look at him, he is holding his balls with both his hands. So much for
intelligence. Now, let's finish him, some ruthlessness is called for.

Use your legs, use your legs. OK, they are my most important weapon. But let's
enjoy it a little bit. This gets more and more amusing. His attention is still
on the only part of his body he thinks is important... But I have to take
advantage of the moment. Eventually he would recover.

First improve your advantage. You are more agile than he is. I cannot knock
him out yet. First reduce him to a sitting duck. He is still sitting on his
ass, nursing his balls, from time to time he looks at me. I love that look in
his eyes. Anger at his own stupidity, shame, just a little boy whose toy is
taken away... And indeed, that toy is far away.

His legs are stretched out in front of him. He sees me coming. He shivers, and
shakes his head : « No, please, leave me alone... » « You wanted me as a
member of your harem, remember ? I am faithful, I don't run away. But at least
I can run. » He grunts.

He releases his cock. He is recovering. I cannot have that. If I allow him to
come back, I am done for : even he wouldn't make the same mistake twice. He
tries to catch his breath. He rests his hands, just to make sure he is ready
to get me. And if he gets up, he will get me.

« Sorry boy... » I deliver a kick on his elbow, my right leg stretched. He
crashes on his back. He lies on his back ! Didn't Lindy tell me often enough.
Once they are on their back, you are on your back. No man likes to be on his
back. Show yourself in this superior position. Break their moral. But don't be
careless. Don't let them grab you.

I walk around hin, behind him. I stand above him. I bow down. Attention : he
shouldn't reach my hair. « Your harem, remember. Have a look at my tits. They
are still mine. »

He talks ! « OK, I don't want you any more. You can go if you want. I will
find another one. You don't know what you miss. » 9Oh no, I won't go right
away. And neither will he. And he certainly won't go where he thinks he is
going. He could be in for a nasty surprise.

I dance away, right to his feet. Let's continue his treatment. He doesn't dare
to jump up, he is still recovering, flat out. Those legs really are an
invitation. Even in training I didn't have it that easy.

« Honey, remember, I can hit you where it hurts. So let auntie Lisa do what
she wants. » I suppose he knows he doesn't have to resist this move.

« Please finish it, and let me go, but not in my balls any more. » No, not in
his balls. But I don't think he will like this one.

I quickly take his left leg, and fold it, on top of his right knee. Obviously
he is not aware what is happening, he would resist a little bit more. And now,
quickly. I put my right foot in the triangle, put my left foot on the outside
of his right thigh, and see how he is looking at me. I blow him a little kiss.
He shakes his head, closes his eyes. No hesitation, full risk : I shove my
right foot under his thigh, let myself fall backwards, and lift his left leg.
I don't weigh much, but those long legs give me leverage. I shove my right leg
under his leg, and link up with my left. Locked ! I grab his right foot with
my hands, his left leg is trapped under m. A figure four leg lock. Nicely
executed : a real killer. He slams backward, he screams, and doesn't stop
screaming. I put all my force on my arms, and push up his legs ; on I use my
both my legs to squash his left leg, right onto his right knee. I want him to
feel every muscle in those legs of his. He must feel every ligament. His
upperbody squirms in alle directions. Every time he tries to lift his chest, I
increase the pressure. He slams back quickly. There, he is on his back, and
doesn't try to get up any more. This isn't enough. I grab his foot, and push
it towards him. I force his ankle. I turn his foot over. He starts crying. He
spreads his arms, they move just a little bit, aimlessly. « Please... ». I
reduce the pressure a little bit, but everything is locked. « What ? » «
Please, let me go, keep whatever you want, but release me... » As if just his
belongings would be enough. I just put on the clamps once more. « Noooo... »
And now, i let him go, I stand up quickly. Just a look at him... He doesn't
look too dangerous now. His arms open, his legs in a mess.

Just time too put back on my skirt. I take it up from the soil, clean it
quickly. I wave it in front of his eyes. « I will first take back my
belongings, don't you think so ? » He nods. I close the zipper. Nice. I pull
that skirt straight. I won't loose that any more. But he is going to loose
something more.

He won't run any more, but he could still hurt me with his arms. If I get in
his arms, he would put me out of business.

« Keep quiet, or I start all over » I grab his hair. I pull him upright. He
doesn't scream any more. « Nicely, keep up. » He has to steady himself,
putting his hands on the ground. His legs aren't worth anything any more. He
looks at me begging, begging to stop. His eyes lost all pride. His lips are
quivering. But no, not yet. I have to put him totally out of order.

I bend through my left knee, shove my straight right leg behind his back. I
lean on it, and swing my left leg over his belly. Horror is his eyes. I lock
my ankles on his other side, and lean back. He can't reach my torso. He just
can try to get rid of my legs. But I already put on the pressure. He can
already feel the fruits of my training. He tries to pinch my thighs. Pathetic
: there's not a bit of fat to be found in them. They are rock hard. A little
bit more pressure.

He tries to harden his stomach bowels. Once I get through these, it is as good
as over. I tighten my muscles. My ankles are securely locked. I stretch my
calves. He swings out his left fist. He tries to hit me. Exactly what I
needed. I catch his wrist. His legs are useless, I control one arm, his other
arm is out of reach, and I am attacking his belly. Just use his arm to get his
attention away from my real target. I push over his hand, I mean to hurt. He
looks at me, sheer despair. He tries to pull back his arm, he needs to
concentrate on it. He breathes... and he releases the tension in his belly.
Thank you so nicely. Tighter those legs. He understands his error, tries to
regain what he has lost. No use, I push on and on. He nearly cannot breathe
any more. He doesn't pull on his arm any more. I am destroying his bowels, and
his stomach. He closes his eyes, and just sways his right arm aimlessly. He
leans backwards, he hangs his head backwards, breathes heavily, but in short
gasps. Still a little bit too long, those gasps. My legs support his body. He
would rather stretch out I suppose.

I quickly release my scissors , draw him upright, push up and close again.
Time to treat his ribcage. Breathing is still a little bit too easy. He tries
to use his right arm to attack my ankles. A little twist on his other wrist
tells him to keep his manners. His right arm is completely useless : he
doesn't dare to use it any more. But I dare to use my legs. He looks down at
them, not admiring any more, just terrorized. I pump up my muscles. My slender
legs must look huge to him. His mouth falls wide open. The gasps of breath are
even shorter. I don't allow is ribs to expand half an inch. He watches me. «
Please, please... i will surrender ; just promise to treat me nicely. »

A conditional surrender ? He must be joking. Squeeze, squeeze. No more pull on
his arms : he is on his way out. I unclasp my lock, release him, pull back my
legs, and drop his arms. He falls back, hard : he can't stop his fall any
more. He head slams on the floor. He offers a nice sight. A beaten sight. On
his back, his right leg stretched, his left folded, to the outside, his right
arm next to his body, his left arm open. Not a shred of coordination left. His
head rolling about. Just a whisper « No, no, no... » I have vanquished a male
! I am ready to be an amazon. But just finish the job nicely. Don't be
surprised : discipline, no loose ends.

I sit down at his head. Pull his head up, by the hair. Some froth coming out
of his mouth. «No, no » I shove nearer to him. Drop his head on my belly. I
swing my right leg over his shoulder. Same thing on the left side. His neck is
between my thighs. Not the ordinary neckscissors, no... Something more classy.
Let's finish in style. I fold my right leg, my foot under my left knee : a
nice figure 4 knot. I pull my foot nearer, with my left hand. I put all my
force behind it. He tries to get his act together. He mobilizes his arms, and
starts pulling on my right leg.

« Come on honey, you should know your arms are no match for my legs. Just keep
on trying. You never know. » By now, my legs nicely fit around his neck. His
head lying on my scrotch. And somewhere under my legs : his carotic artery.
Soon to be blocked. I pull on my leg. His movements get more frantic. His last
stance. Some more pressure. He looks at me. His eyes turn away. No mercy, not
now ! His arms fall down, limp, his eyes close, his head rolls away. Keep on
the pressure, just for good measure.

He must be out. No movement left. But still alive. Unfortunately for him. His
destiny is clear. For me at least.

I stand up. Doesn't he look peaceful now ? I go to his horse, or rather, my
horse, and take a rope. I kneel behind him, shore up his formless back, and
pull back his arms. Doesn't take long to tie him, hard, and safely. He won't
liberate himself. I drop him.

Come, let's hurry. I can't wait to show my prize to the girls. He doesn't look
to bad. I spray some water over his face. He moves. He pulls on his arms. He
must realize he lost his freedom. He opens his eyes. He must see me, towering
over him, my hands on my hips, my feet slightly open. « Shit ». « Language
dear ». « OK you were better. I am your prisoner. I will have to serve you for
some time. But, tell me, when will you release me ? » Oh nice, he thinks
liberty will come back. He hasn't got to his last surprise yet.

« Honey, better get up. We are on our way. You can walk, can't you. I like a
ride on my horse. Just walk in front. And shut up from now. Just walk, you are
my ticket to the sisterhood.» And I won't loose that ticket.

He manages to stand up. I get into the saddle. « Straight on. And run ! » A
nice sight : a clumsy male, in a blue uniform, hands tied, running through the
woods.

When we get near to our camp, I tell him to slow down. I want my girls to see
me arriving.

Indeed, they must have seen me. All warriors and servants come rushing out,
and applaud me. « Well done Lisa » « What a capture » « Enjoy the party, Lisa.
» « You are an Amazon, Lisa. » No males in sight.

At last we arrive at the square. Sally stands on the podium. Beaming with
pride. How beautiful she is. What a pity she hasn't seen the fight. « Lisa.
Some weeks ago we liberated you. You were an excellent servant. I invite you
to show us your male. I ask you to execute him. » A flash of fear in his eyes.

I dismount. « On to the podium, honey ». He doesn't run. He is too impressed.
I won't tie him to a pole. Oh no, I have something else in store for him. I
won't strip him, oh no. On the contrary. I untie him.

I stand in front of him. He drops to his knees. Starts kissing my feet. «
Mistress I will serve you every moment of my captivity. I deserve the
punishment. »

« I know that, sweetie. But stand up. I want the girls to admire your proud
figure. » Laughter. He gets up.

« I am afraid you will have to kneel again, dear. Only warriors wear boots. We
like our prisoners barefoot. » He hurries to kneel down, almost
enthousiastically unties his shoe-laces, and pulls off both his shoes. His
socks follow quickly. A pity : I would have liked to see him naked, just on
his socks. But obviously he doesn't realize this. His enthousiasm would be a
bit more limited.

« Please mistress ». « Stand up. Our servants don't wear tops. You still do...
» He unbuttons his shirt, quickly, starting from the top. He lets it slip over
his shoulders.

« Look at yourself. Are you proud of yourself ? Just in your blue shorts. But
it is getting more and more interesting. I like that belt of yours. It will
match my skirt nicely. » Nothing of the kind : it is horrible.

« I will be so glad if it honours your loins, mistress. » That guy is talking
absolute nonsense.

But he unclasps his belt, shoves it out of his shorts, and hands it over.

He looks at me. Hoping this is the end. Sorry, but it just begins.

« Mistress, can I start my service now ? Where shall I begin. » Some girls
can't keep themselves serious. So much naivity.

« Honey, I think you talk too much. Servants shut up. This will help you. Open
that mouth of yours. » He sees what I have got for him. Horror : he knows he
isn't on a friendly visit. But he opens his mouth. I push the ball in his
mouth, and tie the straps in his neck. He sweats.

« Dear, I don't know your name, but from now on, you are number seventy-two.
Understood ? » He nods, I can see the tears in the corners of his eyes. « And
you will do want I tell you to do, no ? » He nods, and sniffs.

« Well, that belt was there to keep your shorts up, no ? We don't you to fall
over them, do we. Just kindly remove. Remember the way you ordered me to
remove my skirt ? But don't worry : you won't have the chance to put it back
on.» He hesitates. But no, he goes for it. He unbuttons his shorts, and pushes
down the zipper. He pushes down the shorts.

Applause : nice isn't it ? He is in his underpants : nice, dark blue
underpants. He shivers, he must feel the cold. And he did it all by himself. A
nice lesson in humility.

« Seventy-two, I will tell you a secret. We don't have male servants. All the
males we capture are our slaves. Forever. Males are not made to live in
freedom. You are here for life. » Marvellous, the panic ! He realizes his free
life has taken an end. He will never take a decision any more. He belongs to a
female. A female he wanted in his harem. He falls to his knees, sobs, buries
his head in his arms.

« Get up, worm. » Now for the finish. If I could just force him to strip
completely. That would be the icing on the cake.

« You know what our slaves wear ? » He looks at me, he shakes his head. I
think he doesn't want to know . « Nothing, sweetie, just nothing. » He looks
like frozen. He doesn't move. « What are you waiting for. Do you want to make
me angry ? Do you want to feel my legs ? » Just some terror . He has made his
mind up. He knows he has no choice. He puts both his fingers in the
underpants, on the hips. And he pushes them down. He looks a last time,
begging. No way. Don't forget, if I want to be an Amazon, I have to turn my
first capture into a whore. He pushes the underpants over his ass, and drops
them. They are still resting on his feet. « Step out of it, slut. » He obeys.
But he is still covering his balls with his hands. « Sweetie, my friends want
to see you. Nicely put your hands in your neck. » No problem, huge applause.

And now he will have the surprise of a lifetime. « Dear, rest a little bit :
on your belly. And be quiet. » He kneels down. Lies on his stomach. « Open
your arms and legs. So we can see you. And close your eyes. I am very glad
about you. You are a really obeying slave. I will reward you. » He does nicely
what I ask him to do : spreadeagles himself.

The girls go wild. I strap on the dildo. He won't know what hits him. Isn't it
a nice sight ? His ass there, for the taking. And that is what I am going to
do. I caress his arms, his shoulders, his back, his ass. He seems to relax. He
seems confident. This seems all right. Now I will win my ticket to Amazonhood.
The moment he becomes a whore, I become an Amazon. Align that dildo, take my
distance, and attack : ram it, ram it ram it into his ass. Just rape that
male, he is your slave, your whore. Again, and again. I see his arms flailing,
his legs are stamping around. I grab his shoulders, and pull his body up, and
there I go again. His head is beet-red. But how much I have been waiting for
this moment. And how much I like it. How much I enjoy the applause. I think I
cannot stop. But remember my friends : they will like the nice ass of number
72 as well. I withdraw for the last time.

I see my girls, they are dancing : they enjoyed the show. And the whore just
tries to grab his own ass. Some kind of reward he got. Some minutes ago he
thought he would be free again some day. He lost that illusion rather quickly.

"Girls, whore seventy-two is in service!" I call some servants. I give them my
first order. « Prepare him. » They know what to do. They turn him over, start
shaving him, and make him up. Soon he will be a nice sissy.

I stand up, proud, so proud. I did it. I conquered a male, reduced him to a
slave, turned him into a whore. I deserve to be an Amazon.

The croud turns silent. Sally comes onto the rostrum. I know why. « Lisa, what
should I say. We liberated you. We trained you. But you showed you have it in
you. You vanquished one of those beings. And you showed him where he belongs.
Lisa, you are an Amazon ! »

She hands me over a piece of cloth. At last I can cover my breasts. I pull on
the halter top. It is black. It still leaves free the muscles of my belly. But
above all, what I treasure comes now. Real long, black leather boots. Just
above my knees. Just shows my thighs, my lethal thighs. Enough to scare any
male. And now I can fight them. At last I am a real Amazon. Ready to beat men.
And that is what I am going to do. Beat man into slavery, into prostitutution,
into oblivion. The hour of revenge has come. I cannot wait to rip open all
these whores : the men who used to pinch my tits, to call me names, to force
their tongue into me, to ram their miserable dick into me. I will make sure
they know what they are. Slaves. Whores. Sissies. Males.

I must be glowing with pride. I dance around, so proud of this marvellous
uniform. The most beautiful uniform on earth. The uniform any woman in the
world aspires to. At last : I am an Amazon.

Sally enjoys the moment. She looks radiant. She has discovered me. She
inspired me. Without her I would still be a wife. Now I am a woman. Thanks to
her. She comes to me. She stands in front of me. She looks right into my eyes.
I look at her lips. She moistens them. She puts her hands on my shoulders. She
pulls me close. She puts her arms around me, she really holds me thight. I
feel her legs touching mine, our bellies touch. She holds me even tighter. I
feel her fingers over the skin of my back. I get hotter and hotter. I feel her
lips over my cheeks. To my lips. Our lips touch. They open. Her marvellous
tongue over mine. This cannot be true. Sally has chosen me. I do not hear
anything, see anything. She loves me ! I am hers. And she is mine.

We release each other. Just holding hands, looking at each other.

I see Lindy running towards us. Not happy at all. A woman scorned. She looks
at me. And hits me across the cheek, terribly hard.

To be continued.

susicol